As the ghosts noticed Orion, they charged toward him like ravenous beasts starved of sustenance. Their sheer numbers were staggering—a mass of dark, twisted shapes converging on him with relentless fury. If Orion had his eyes open, he would have been shocked by the overwhelming swarm in front of him, but he was immersed in another struggle altogether.
The ghosts surrounded him in a matter of seconds, swirling around like a storm, forming a thick, black mass that blocked out everything from view. From the outside, it seemed as though a dark cloud had consumed him, leaving no trace of his presence within.
Inside, however, Orion faced a different storm—one raging within his mind. His consciousness felt like a blank canvas, slowly being painted over by the most wretched emotions the world had to offer.
